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maskormenacelogs2020-01-13 01:24 am
deadthing) wrote in maskormenacelogs2020-01-13 01:24 am
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[closed] and they were roommates
WHO: Noah Czerny + Ronan Lynch
WHERE: Elysium Resort and Spa
WHEN: during the swear-in
WHAT: a romantic evening probably
WARNINGS: gonna get nsfw in here
After a... reasonably relaxing day at the spa, trying out various weird baths, mostly, Noah heads upstairs to check out the room. Though his limbs feel heavy from all the soaking, he's not really sleepy yet. He just needs a break from being around so many people and, as luck would have it, he's the first one there which means he can poke through the amenities in peace. The small overnight duffel he brought gets dropped by the door as he goes to look out the window then wanders into the bathroom to see how fancy it is. (It's fancy-ish as hotel bathrooms go. Nothing special compared to the spa below.) Noah sniffs some weird herbal bath oil and changes into a new fluffy robe, just because it's there and he can, before he wanders back out.
The bed though -- the bed is enormous. When he sprawls across it, right in the middle, none of his limbs even touch the sides. "Nice," he mumbles to himself. He rolls off it after a minute or two, rumpling the perfectly-made up sheets, and goes to check the minibar. It contains: a lot of vitamin water and bottles of pressed juice and "snacks" like organic beetroot chips. ...Less nice. He's still pawing through the selection when he hears the quiet beep of a keycard in the lock. Not turning around - partly because he thinks he knows who's about to walk through the door, and partly because he's dubiously reading the back of a package of "protein cookies" - he says, "If you didn't get enough salad at dinner, I have good news."
WHERE: Elysium Resort and Spa
WHEN: during the swear-in
WHAT: a romantic evening probably
WARNINGS: gonna get nsfw in here
After a... reasonably relaxing day at the spa, trying out various weird baths, mostly, Noah heads upstairs to check out the room. Though his limbs feel heavy from all the soaking, he's not really sleepy yet. He just needs a break from being around so many people and, as luck would have it, he's the first one there which means he can poke through the amenities in peace. The small overnight duffel he brought gets dropped by the door as he goes to look out the window then wanders into the bathroom to see how fancy it is. (It's fancy-ish as hotel bathrooms go. Nothing special compared to the spa below.) Noah sniffs some weird herbal bath oil and changes into a new fluffy robe, just because it's there and he can, before he wanders back out.
The bed though -- the bed is enormous. When he sprawls across it, right in the middle, none of his limbs even touch the sides. "Nice," he mumbles to himself. He rolls off it after a minute or two, rumpling the perfectly-made up sheets, and goes to check the minibar. It contains: a lot of vitamin water and bottles of pressed juice and "snacks" like organic beetroot chips. ...Less nice. He's still pawing through the selection when he hears the quiet beep of a keycard in the lock. Not turning around - partly because he thinks he knows who's about to walk through the door, and partly because he's dubiously reading the back of a package of "protein cookies" - he says, "If you didn't get enough salad at dinner, I have good news."
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Spread open and held fast, he can't squirm around at all—though he badly wants to when he feels that tongue pressing inside. Not that he doesn't like it, he's just so sensitive. It makes his toes curl. "God, Ronan," he pants, kneading appreciatively at Ronan's scalp with his knuckles, twisting his fingers in his hair and gently tugging.
If this is going to take a while, that's fine. It's amazing.